The Distant Journey

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The rain lashed against the single pane of the archive window, a rhythmic, accusatory drumming that did nothing to warm the room or the hands of the woman sitting within it. You adjusted your spectacles, the glass fogging slightly, and looked down at the ledger open before you, its pages brittle as autumn leaves. The ink in the margins was not merely dark; it was wet, a deep, arterial crimson...

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